Friday, March 16, 2012

Up in the air

I type this from the plane. This is a delhi morning, bright at its
best. Had an uneventful flight except for the late night storm scare.
I awoke-slept through the flight, sleep, thoughts and the window 
accompanying me.
I don't know who will come to pick me up. Perhaps they have sent a car
or perhaps ma will come. I fear I will shed a tear or two as I would
see her. Something I don't want to do. And so I dont want to see her. I
know. Strange.
Im not feeling so fine. As if something is lost there. There in london.
They wil be waiting for me. And they are. My heart feels torn. A
selfish need to be taken care of and another to just hold myself in